I turn and turn, ‘neath

the soft Summer burn

Listening to the soft hums,

I dance to the nonexistent drums

The songs and the beauty of it all;

Of Springtime before the Fall

The Flowers sing praises up to the Sky,

beholden upon a deity nigh

The Sky calls down with mighty threats,

telling of all of our regrets

The Grass cries ballads of broken dreams,

twirling lost through water in winding streams

The Wind whistles of shattered hearts,

two halves of a whole pulled apart

The Trees whisper of spilled secrets,

twisted and evil, rendering nights sleepless

The Clouds tell of the grandest stories,

myths and legends and the utmost glories

I sing and dance and hum along,

caught up in the eerie song

So lost am I, I do not see

that they have been watching me

Watching me and watching you,

spying on your family, too

We may leave this place,

but Nature will live on,

singing of this wondrous song